Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 33

"Crack!"

Qiu Xiong moved extremely quickly, took out the insurance, and put it directly on Zhong Wenze's head: "You fucking court death!"

He gritted his teeth and glared at Zhong Wenze, the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were obvious: "Believe it or not, I will shoot you to death right now! You trash, if you die, you will die!"

"hiss"

Zhong Wenze took a heavy puff of the cigarette, spit out the long and thin line of smoke on Qiu Xiong's face, looked at him with narrowed eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If you have the guts, shoot me to death!"

"However, I advise you, it's best not to point a gun at my head!"

"Because, before you shoot, you will die!"

talking.

Zhong Wenze grabbed the .10 Smith & Wesson M[-] and moved it to the position between his eyebrows: "If you don't believe me, you can try it. Come on, hit here."

Mo Sir stood behind, squinting at Zhong Wenze, his eyes also narrowed.

this kid.

More brutal than I imagined.

"fuck you"

Qiu Xiong held the gun in his right hand, pressed against Zhong Wenze's eyebrows, and increased his strength a little.

"you dare!"

Uncle Jian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up and looked at him coldly: "If you dare to shoot, you will die today!"

Madness!

Arrogant!

contempt!

At this moment, it was fully performed by the two of them.

"you!"

Qiu Xiong stared at the two of them, but his gun hand loosened unconsciously.

"Hate Sir"

"calm down!"

The two police officers behind Qiu Xiong rushed up at the first moment, dragging the horse to make it hard for Qiu Xiong: "It's not going to happen, calm down, calm down."

"Let go of me!"

Chou Xiong half-pushed and half-willed to stop under the pull of two policemen.

"Shh!"

Zhong Wenze shot suddenly, snatching the .[-] from Qiu Xiong's hand.

"what are you doing!"

"Put down the gun!"

The two police officers became nervous all of a sudden, and immediately took out their .[-]s and pointed them at Zhong Wenze.

"Humph."

Zhong Wenze snorted coldly, threw out the revolver magazine and flicked it lightly, the gear of the magazine turned and rolled quickly, and yellow bullets fell into the air.

"Shh!"

Zhong Wenze grabbed the . [-] trigger with his right index finger in the air and twirled it in his hand. He suddenly grabbed the gun and slapped it on the table.

The palm of his left hand was spread out, and six burnt-yellow bullets rolled down the palm of his hand onto the table.

"it is good!"

Mo Sir clapped his hands and walked out with a smile: "Young man, good skills, good skills!"

Smile and laugh.

He sensed Qiu Xiong's murderous gaze again, and hastily cleared his throat with a "cough cough", and stood between the two sides:

"Okay, okay, don't be so tense. Our police have always respected the harmony between the police and the people. If there is any problem, let's talk slowly."

"Talk about fart, grab it!"

Qiu Xiong roared angrily: "Threatening the police officers and snatching police firearms, these two alone are enough for them to drink a pot."

Uncle Jian snorted coldly: "Alright then, I'll go back and ask my lawyer, the police officers came up and pointed guns at the heads of the citizens of Hong Kong Island, threatening their personal safety, how should we deal with it!"

"Okay, okay, it's over!"

Mo Sir made paste in the middle, pressed his palms and said, "Anyway, it's nothing serious, both parties should stop talking about this issue."

"I can completely understand the emotions of the two of you. After all, you are victims, but now you are being bitten by Qiu Sir. It is understandable to be irritable."

Mo Sir made a comment with a smile.

"Officer Mo!"

Qiu Xiong raised his breath and looked at Mo Sir: "You"

"Are you going to deal with this matter?"

Mo Sir turned his head to look at Chou Xiong, and asked, "Do you want to deal with those gangsters outside who illegally possess arms and attack the police?"

"If you don't want this credit, then I will."

"Humph!"

Qiu Xiong took a heavy breath, gritted his teeth and did not speak again.

"Okay, then let's talk about this matter."

Mo Sir's goal has been achieved, and he started to deal with the problem: "I saw his skill just now, so I believe that he can really shoot out the bombs thrown in."

"I do not believe!"

Qiu Xiong still insisted on his own statement, and said in a blunt tone: "Mo Sir, I think you are trying to cover up criminals!"

Now Zhong Wenze looks at this Qiu Xiong and gets angry: "Trash!"

"Fuck you!"

Qiu Xiong became impatient again.

"OK OK."

Mo Sir quickly interjected: "Since this is the case, since Qiu Sir maintains a high degree of dissent, why don't we verify it on the spot?"

Zhong Wenze glanced at Mo Sir, but did not speak.

"it is good!"

Qiu Xiong nodded immediately.

Even if he was killed, he didn't believe that Zhong Wenze had this ability.

"Okay, you still don't admit that you are trash."

Zhong Wenze snorted coldly, his eyes fell on a few tennis balls in the cabinet, and he took them out: "Then I will force you to open your eyes."

"You, go."

Qiu Xiong pointed to the police officer beside him, telling him to go up.

Zhong Wenze threw the tennis ball to him, lowered his head and picked up a large wrench from the ground, weighed it casually, and opened a distance of three meters between the two sides, and hooked him.

"Throw."

Zhong Wenze stood up casually.

The policeman and Qiu Xiong looked at each other, looked at Zhong Wenze, and smashed the tennis ball in his hand vigorously.

"boom."

A soft sound.

When the tennis ball flew in front of Zhong Wenze, it was swung away by the large wrench in his hand and bounced on the ground a few times.

Tennis is also possessed by the actor at the moment.

He walked around twice in front of Qiu Xiong, and rolled to Qiu Xiong's feet.

Not very threatening.

Very insulting.

"I laughed."

Zhong Wenze grinned, his white teeth were very conspicuous: "If this is fried D, you are already dead."

"can."

Mo Sir nodded: "It turns out that he didn't lie."

At this time, he looked at Zhong Wenze with a little more fiery eyes.

The area of ​​the wrench is so small, Zhong Wenze can still hit the tennis ball at such a fast speed, there is something about this skill.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Qiu Xiong became angry all of a sudden, and stared at his subordinates: "What the hell did you not eat tonight? I'm afraid I'm not fast enough to throw it out so lightly!"

"Are you fucking with him? Are you afraid that he won't be able to hit him or something?!"

The police officer lowered his head, aggrieved.

"puff."

Several of Mo Sir's subordinates couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and laughed outright.

"fuck me"

Qiu Xiong glared at them fiercely.

The police officer rubbed his fist in front of his nose and cleared his throat with a "cough cough", but the smile on his face did not restrain himself.

Anyway, they don't hang out with Qiu Xiong.

This guy usually has an arrogant style. It's rare to see him deflated. Who cares about him.

Zhong Wenze casually threw the wrench aside: "Officer, go home, wash up and sleep! I'll find fault next time."

(End of this chapter)